She already thinks I’m a crazed stalker, the least I can do is substantiate her assumption. ‘Jeanie? Are you there?’ That was my 30th message. ... ‘Jeanie? Pick up.’ My 40th. ‘Jeanie? Jeanie? I know you’re there.’ 50th. At that point, I’ll admit, I may have gone a tiny bit over board. She wasn’t answering and I probably was freaking her out so badly that she would never return my calls again. So I stopped. And then I sat in front of the phone waiting. You see the kind of life writers lead? Now. No one was going to be home and all my friends had plans, so it was a full weekend to myself.As I neared town my truck lost all power and died. I had to fight the wheel to get it pulled off the road. I was very upset after numerous times trying to restart my truck failed. Get out of the truck I slammed the door, as I did the sound of shattered glass explored around me. I looked in amazement at the broken glass that had been my window. "Fuck me this day just keeps getting better." I look around. I was now a slave girl belonging to an anonymous old (?) dyke. "I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to. It just happened. I won't do it again." Perhaps it would be best if I made sure you can't do it at all, you dirty pee girl." This sentence made an instant connection to my clitoris and at the same time it signalled a fast and furious change of bondage. Although I still wore my helmet and my gloves, I was now tied in a tight ball with my hands behind my back and enough rope around me to hold an. ( tym km tha aur fantasy jyada) :-pWashroom jakr shower on kiya mene use diwar se lagaya and passionately kiss krne laga aur right hand se chut sehla raha tha and left se uska boob daba raha tha. Diwar se lge hue hi uska left leg uthaya aur chut me lund daalkr chodne laga. Uska right hand mere left shoulder per tha aur me use dekh kr chode jara tha. Tjidi der aise chodne k baad me shower off kiya.. Phir godi me utha k choda.Phir mene kaha let jao. Kehri yhi pe? Mene kaha ha. Usne kaha geeli.